We were all a little tipsy, so we weren't being very discreet about what we were saying.

"Qiaoding, is your wife about to give birth?"

"Yeah, I still have six months before I can give birth. I never thought I'd have a child late in life." Qiao Ding was particularly envious of Zhao Tiancheng back then. He only had one son, and his wife's health wasn't good, so they hadn't been able to have a second child.

Harry just smiled, without a hint of envy. He already had four children. He really didn't want another one. When he got old and passed away, he could do without women, but what about his children?

They didn't think too deeply about it: Should they take the children back with them? What would happen to their families then?

Zhao Tiancheng didn't participate in their conversation; it was their own business.

“Harry, why aren’t you in a hurry? Aren’t you looking forward to having children? Your woman seems like she’s fertile.”

"I don't care, I'm just worried about what will happen if we actually have a child. What will we do when we go back?"

Zhou Changrong didn't care. "I'm different from you. I'm not planning to go back. My sons can come if they want, and I won't go back if they don't."

"What about you, Qiaoding?"

“Of course I took the children and women back with me. She knew about my situation when we were together. Since she was willing, what else is there to say? Even if she hadn’t wanted to come back with me, I would still have taken the children back with me.”

Since everyone's situation is different, the four of them just treated it as a joke.

However, Zhao Tiancheng was still somewhat satisfied. They hadn't lost their minds. In fact, he wanted to tell them that it was better to be cautious, but what right did he have to say such things?

Several people had drunk a bit too much, and their conversations became increasingly unrestrained. Zhao Tiancheng disliked this and glanced at the time.

"I'm not trying to spoil the mood, but we're leaving early tomorrow, so I'm going to rest. You three don't need to worry about me."

The three of them did not try to keep Zhao Tiancheng, but Harry's female secretary escorted Zhao Tiancheng to the lounge.

"Thank you, comrade." Zhao Tiancheng didn't invite the man in; it was better to be mindful of the difference between men and women.

Hearing a knock on the door in the middle of the night, Zhao Tiancheng asked a question, but received no response. He then lay back down to continue sleeping.

The girl outside the door bit her lip. This didn't seem like what her sister had said. Undeterred, she knocked again, but this time there was no response from inside.

Zhao Tiancheng lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. He shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips. If his wife found out, she'd probably tease him again.

At 3:30, I got up, washed up, greeted the security guard, and went outside to wait for Wang Ying.

Wang Ying arrived ten minutes early and saw Zhao Tiancheng outside. She realized that there was a reason why Zhao Tiancheng was so successful.

"Uncle, why are you up so early?"

"I can't sleep. What about you? How about I drive and you give directions?"

"No need, I can handle it myself. I'll hand it over to you this afternoon. You won't need to give directions then, there's just one main road."

Two days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, the two arrived at the textile factory. Wang Xiuqin was a little surprised to see them.

She didn't know Zhao Tiancheng, but she knew Wang Ying.

Zhao Tiancheng went straight into the workshop. He saw that the machines were running normally and the finished products were very uniform.

Wang Xiuqin then led the three of them to five other workshops. Each workshop produced different fabrics, but the quality of the finished products was good.

Zhao Tiancheng has spent his entire life dealing with textile factories, so of course he knows them very well.

He was thinking to himself that he would have to get a batch of new machines when he got back.

At noon, we ate communal meals with the workers in the workshop.

"Comrade Wang, we can improve the food in the future. The company canteen should not make a profit, just make sure the workers are well-fed. If it's really not enough, I'll subsidize it."

"Yes, I understand, I'll adjust it right away."

"No rush, just pay more attention to these things in the future."

Zhao Tiancheng spent the entire afternoon inspecting the finished goods warehouse.

Only Wang Xiuqin accompanied her; Wang Ying went to rest.

"Comrade Wang, we will definitely ensure that the quantity of our finished products is sufficient."

Wang Xiuqin is a serious girl, and she carefully wrote down Zhao Tiancheng's opinions in her notebook.

At this moment, someone ran over looking for Wang Xiuqin.

"The spinning machines in the third workshop have stopped working, and the maintenance workers can't find the cause."

Zhao Tiancheng went along. After carefully examining the area, he roughly understood the reason and called Wang Xiuqin over.

"Comrade Wang, go and call the maintenance team over."

When Zhao Tiancheng saw that ten people had arrived, he immediately began to explain things to them.

It really is just a minor malfunction; it's probably just that the maintenance worker doesn't understand the machine.

When it was time for dinner, Wang Ying gave a thumbs-up in admiration.

"Uncle, you're really amazing."

“I’ve spent most of my life in this business, so of course I know it well. Wang Ying, could you contact the two bodyguards who are about to leave?”

"Let me ask Brother Xiaoshun, but I wouldn't dare disturb Hongmei."

Finally, have the two of them take the message back to Zhao Haozheng. If he's not there, tell Beth that two maintenance crew members have been sent over to instruct the maintenance workers here.

That evening, Wang Xiuqin sat in Wang Ying's room. "Sister Wang Ying, has Madam given birth?"

"She gave birth to four boys!"

Four?

"Hmm. How are you doing here?"

"It's great, just incredibly busy. And our order book is completely full this month."

"Yes, do your best."

Next, Wang Ying accompanied Zhao Tiancheng to find out all the loopholes in the textile factory and, while he was there, they solved them one by one.

Wang Xiuqin learned a lot later on.

Zhao Tiancheng was quite satisfied with this young girl. She was diligent and conscientious in her work, and could also learn by analogy; she was truly a promising talent.

Zhao Tiancheng wants to set up a textile factory in Shandong. It would be great if Wang Xiuqin could go there to manage it.

Therefore, Zhao Tiancheng was even more open and honest with Wang Xiuqin, wanting to impart all his knowledge to her. He wanted to make her a technician as soon as possible.

Ten days have passed, and the shortage of machinery in all six workshops remains. Zhao Tiancheng has roughly checked them all, and he has instructed Wang Xiuqin to be even stricter in supervising the raw materials, leaving no room for carelessness.

Sales are not a problem for the factory, but quality must be strictly controlled; there can be no mistakes.

Furthermore, they improved the meals for over a thousand workers, buying twenty pigs in total – this was the most practical thing they did. They also promised that in the future, the six workshops would compete with each other, and the workers in the advanced workshop would receive monthly bonuses.

Zhao Tiancheng truly had a keen understanding of people's hearts; these two points alone garnered a positive response from all the workers in the textile factory.

"Uncle, you're really something, amazing!"

"Heh, is that impressive?"